Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

 

 

 

I looked at Richie, what he said resonated with me, I have never seen what the women see, I'm just me, and I've joked on more than one occasion if they saw me first thing in the morning they would get one hell of a shock, trust me when I say I really aint good looking, my wife will vouch for that, but as Richie pointed out it aint about what I see, its about what you guys see. I guess I should be flattered, and I am, but with that I find it embarrassing, I am an entertainer and singer, hell that's my job, and I do it well, but I have never understood the full rock and roll part of my industry, and too a degree I spose I never will. I just lamely nodded my head at Richie and excepted defeat, collecting my cigarettes from the counter top and my cell I went to the bar with Richie; and after a long talk together it was decided,  I should just put the whole thing behind me.  Man  if only I could.

 

After another sold out night , our second at MSG, I saw her again front and centre, I saw her chatting to Clive, head of security for stage, it was hard to make out the conversation as we were taking our final stage call, but from what I saw it was obvious she knew him.

 

Richie saw them too, and looked across at me and nodded his head in there direction, once away from the screaming crowd under the stage, he spoke to me,

"Man, you clock that girl with Clive?, she is hot man.... "

"I saw her Rich, she's the one that broke into my dresser the other night?"

"Fuck man are you serious?"

"Yeah"

"and you refused? are you fucking out of your mind?"

 

I know Rich was just being Rich, and it did not happen often but Richie lit a fuse and I blew,

"fuck Rich, can you forget about your cock for one second here, this aint about getting a fuck from the groupies, its about having my privacy violated. I hoped to god you could understand that, but I was obviously fucking wrong, how stupid of me"

In anger I stormed off, so fast that Richie had to run to catch me up, 

"Whoa there, Jon, hold up...."

I blanked him until I reached my dresser door, then I turned to look at him, I was pissed for the millionth time in two days, "What?"

"What has gotten you bro, you used to joke about girls with me all the time? did something else happen that your not telling?"

I shook my head, "so what is it?, why are you so spooked, this really aint like you?"

relaxing and letting my temper die down I answered Rich honestly, "I don't know why, but she has me feeling nervous, seeing her in  the front row and talking to Clive,  I gotta ask why eh?, its gave me a real bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, its like a feeling that something is gonna happen, like its out of my control."

"Cause Clive spoke with her?, he talks to lot of girls?"

"Yeah, I know he does, but I dunno, I just can't shake this feeling. Just promise me Rich, you will watch my back?"

"Always bro, always, you know that, so you ok?, you want me to come in with ya for a while?" I was real spooked but I wanted to be alone so declined, 

"Nah, I'm good, but thanks."

"O.k, I'm just down the hall though if you need me.."

I watched Rich walk away, as he turned the corner, I opened my door and went into my dresser, careful to lock the door after me. 

 

Walking over to the counter and the mirror I sat, exhaling deeply, I stared at my reflection.  

The stage makeup that was perfectly placed before the show, now all streaked from the copious amounts of sweat that had poured down my face during the two and half hours I had performed with the guys. Taking a cotton wipe, I added cleanser and wiped away the remains of the make-up, then removed the soaked through t-shirt and through it on the wooden chair ready for cleaning, taking my towel I dried my hair and wiped the remaining sweat from my body before putting on the fresh T, that had been left by Di. Normally I would shower first, but tonight I decided I would shower back in the safety of my room at the hotel. Grabbing my things, I walked to the door ready to leave just as there was a knock,  I answered the door, there stood on the other side was Clive,

"Mr Bon Jovi sir, I have been asked to give this to you."

I looked down at what was being passed to me, a package with my name "Jon" written in black marker pen on the front, nothing else.

"Who gave this too you Clive?"

"A fan sir, said you would love what's inside" as I held the package which looked innocent, I had a fear that it was anything but,  I dismissed Clive "thanks'  you can go."

I stood at the door and watched as he walked away, leaving me with the package.